As a third-rate sect, the Songyun Sect has a mountain in front of it. The Yushan Sect cannot even compare to it, so how can it possibly fight against it. ≈
In desperation, in order to save his life, Mo Minglang had no choice but to give in. Seeing the leader acting like this, many members below also stopped fighting and focused their gazes.
I saw Jiang Huanyu on the opposite side saying in a cold voice: "Quickly tell me, what are you admitting?"
Mo Minglang, who was covered in blood, no longer had the arrogance he had just before, and said dejectedly: "I sent people to rob Qiu, hoping to get the Soul Fusion Pill..."
Sure enough, it seemed that what he had expected was correct. Jiang Huanyu shouted sharply: "Who gave you the information?"
Mo Minglang sighed deeply and finally said the other party's name, "Nangong Luo."
Now that the truth has come to light, Jiang Huanyu said gloomily: "You are so brave. You dare to take on anyone's ideas. Come with us. Go to Songyun and tell the truth, and we will spare your life."
Mo Minglang had no choice but to nod and say: "Okay, I'll go with you." Then he ordered many of his subordinates to give up the siege, and he followed a group of Songyun warriors and left.
When she went back, Jiang Huanyu was particularly excited. She felt that she could help her little brother Qiu Yu clarify the facts. She was somewhat effective, and she was very happy.
The next morning, a group of people arrived at Songyun Gate. The body of the Yushan sect old man was still lying on the ground. Mo Minglang saw it, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart, fearing that he would end up like this.
Currently at Songyunmen, there were no longer many Yushan members watching, and there was no need to worry about face. Mo Minglang lost his original demeanor, and said in a trembling voice to the one-eyed old lady: "As you promised, as long as you tell me honestly.
Give me a lighter punishment and don’t kill me."
Jiang Huanyu said solemnly: "Then it depends on your performance. If you don't hide anything, you can naturally be exempted from the death penalty."
"Understood, I will definitely tell the truth..."
Under the escort of the strong men, Mo Minglang walked into the main hall. Tu Xiu and others were already waiting here, as well as the two parties involved, namely Qiu Yu and Nangong Luo.
Seeing the figure of the leader of Yushan, Nangong Luo's expression changed, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart. He quickly winked at the other party, indicating that the old guy would not admit it.
Mo Minglang was aware of it, but he didn't dare to do it. It was obvious that the fire could not be contained in the paper. Now that the situation was over, any further excuses would be tantamount to digging one's own grave. With every step he took, his body was shaking because he was so seriously injured that he was bleeding.
Too much, so much so.
When he got close, Mo Minglang knelt down on the ground and said to the elderly people sitting in front of him: "I am guilty... The leader of Xiayu Mountain sent me here specially to receive punishment."
Tu Xiu's eyes were as bright as lightning and he said grimly: "Then tell me honestly, what crime did you commit?"
Mo Minglang tried his best to look pitiful and confessed: "I was really blinded by lard. I was so confused that I actually listened to the villain Nangong Luo and sent his men to rob Mr. Qiu in the hope of being harmonious.
Podan, really shouldn’t..."
Nangong Luo's handsome face turned pale with anger, and he wished he could cut the old guy into pieces. He could already feel the contemptuous gazes of the master and everyone else, and said angrily: "You fart, don't frame a good person, when will I do it?"
You colluded..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Mu Tuozi scolding him sternly: "How dare you dare to quibble, why don't you kneel down and confess your guilt?" As the leader, his face turned livid, and he really couldn't tolerate it.
The disciple turned out to be a sinister and cunning person.
"Master, listen to me, this old guy is really crazy. He is talking about things that have no shadow. You must not believe it." Nangong Luo continued to defend, but did not give up.
"You bastard, you still don't want to repent." Mu Tuozi was so angry that he suddenly struck out with his left palm, and two green blades landed on Nangong Luo's knees. He groaned in pain and felt as if his bones were about to break.
, fell to his knees.
Tu Xiu's eyes seemed to be filled with burning flames, and he was filled with resentment. You know, Songyunmen had just repaired their relationship with Qiuyu, and they seemed to be in the honeymoon period. However, a mouse dropping ruined the whole pot of soup. This Nangong Luo
It's really abominable and inexcusable.
With a cold snort, the old woman said angrily: "It's true that I won't shed tears until I see the coffin. Let's see how long you can survive." As soon as she finished speaking, she popped out her palm, and a wisp of extremely fine liquid came out, like mercury.
Drawing an arc in the air and drilling into Nangong Luo's body.
"Ah... what is this?" Feeling the pain like struggling, Nangong Luo was shocked, and fear flashed in his eyes. However, this was just the beginning. The liquid penetrated into the meridians, and then it surged to almost
It seemed to be stretched open, making him feel inhuman pain, howling, and feeling like he was falling into hell.
The king in the realm of concentration naturally had extraordinary methods, which made Nangong Luo roll on the ground in pain, and the muscles on his face twitched violently. He finally couldn't hold on anymore and confessed to this crime.
Tu Xiu said angrily: "Then how did you know that Mr. Qiu came to get the soul-melting pill?"
Nangong Luo said almost exhausted: "According to our judgment... the last time Qiu left, Master Yang started refining the elixir. I asked the disciples over there and they knew how to refine the Soul Fusion elixir, but I secretly looked through it.
With the warehouse account books, Songyun was able to refine this elixir without all the ingredients, so it is obvious that this elixir was refined for this little brat."
Tu Xiu scolded: "Shut up, don't be rude."
At this moment, Qiu Yu watched coldly from the side without expressing any opinion, but there was a sense of relief in his eyes. After all, the truth came to light and the guy who framed him was finally found out. He was thankful.
His cold eyes fell on Nangong Luo, making him feel horrified and involuntarily afraid of him. How could he dare to make a mistake? He started to pretend to be pitiful and sympathize with him, and cried bitterly: "Master, I was wrong, please forgive me for doing this."
Just once, from now on...I won't dare to do it again."
Mu Tuozi, whose face was full of black lines, gritted his teeth and said: "It's really impossible to support the wall. I have worked hard to cultivate you, but now you have done such a bad thing. If you don't punish it severely, it is really difficult to convince the public."
Nangong Luo said with a cry: "Master, you have to look at the Buddha's face even if you don't look at the monk's face. Please consider that the Nangong family once helped Songyun. My family was destroyed two years ago. Please consider that our Nangong family
For the sake of these loyal men, please let me go."
Mentioning the dead members of the Nangong family, Tu Xiu couldn't help but ponder a bit. After all, as the other party said, Nangong Luo was the only surviving male member of the family. If he was severely punished, he should be killed. It would be unbearable.
Finally, Tu Xiu made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for the loyalty of your Nangong family, I would definitely abolish all your cultivations. However, your crimes are so bad that Songyun Clan can no longer tolerate you.